Tempted: Reckless MC Opey Texas Chapter

by KB Winters

  “Don’t think of it as walking away from you, Gunny. Think of it as me walking to my bunkhouse. Where I bunk with the degenerates.”

  I laughed at the rumbling growl that sounded behind me. I’d pissed Gunnar off and nothing was more fun than when the man couldn’t keep his emotions under control.

  “We’ll finish this later, Peaches.”

  “No, we won’t.”

  I was pretty sure I heard him mumble, “Stubborn damn woman,” under his breath as he stalked away. I walked over to the bunkhouse with a big, shit eating grin on my face.

  Chapter Nine

  Gunnar

  Goddamn infuriating woman. That was what she was, infuriating. First, running around Hardtail Ranch without any clothes on and then accusing me of being pissed off because I liked what I saw. Goddamn right I liked what I saw! I was a red-blooded man who couldn’t get enough of a beautiful, curvy woman. Especially a lively one like her. But it could never be anything else. Just pure sexual release, and she would be out of my fucking head for good.

  It was too damn bad I didn’t know a single fuckable woman in the entire state of Texas other than the one I mostly definitely would not be shoving my cock into tonight.

  “Dammit!” The woman was in my head and it was not where I needed her to be. Anywhere else but there. She was too dangerous to be around Maisie. Too much covert work and undercover secrets and undesirables around her. And that was reason enough for me to want her out of here. I’d upended my whole life for Maisie, and I wasn’t going to have some CIA or NSA or secret government chick screw things up, I didn’t care how gorgeous her tits were.

  A quick ice cold shower was the first thing I did when I entered the house. Sounds of Maisie and Martha’s laughter filtered from the kitchen, but I didn’t want to hear them, not now. Not when my mind was full of a honey-skinned temptress with the body of a goddess. The cold water was refreshing, but it didn’t do a damn thing to quell the fire in my belly for Peaches so there was only one thing to do.

  I grabbed my cock in my hand and stroked it while I thought of her soft hands in place of mine. Her husky voice saying dirty shit to me while she tugged on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I closed my eyes and braced a hand on the wall while the icy water rushed over me, jerking my cock to the image of Peaches down on her knees, plump lips open wide to take my dick between those luscious lips.

  “Oh fuck!” My jizz went everywhere, releasing the tension in my body with every spurt of the hot white stuff.

  My breaths were shallow as the orgasm spilled out of my body, and I turned the water to hot, giving myself a few minutes to think about what I’d just done. Jerked off to the vision of a woman I couldn’t fucking stand. But wanted desperately. Even that, as brief and satisfying as it had been, wasn’t enough to keep the woman from invading my thoughts.

  After finding another pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt that was in the wrong damn spot, courtesy of the useless Bennett twins, I made my way down to the kitchen. The kitchen crowded with all the hands and staff and our guest Peaches, sitting around a table groaning with a feast. “Did my invite get lost in the mail?”

  Martha whirled away from the stove with a contagious smile on her face. “Just in time, Gunnar. I thought it would be nice to welcome all the new faces to Hardtail Ranch with a proper ranch supper.”

  It was a proper supper all right. Martha had piled the table high with barbecue brisket and fried chicken, mac & cheese, collard greens, mashed potatoes and gravy, plus a big basket of rolls.

  The kitchen was quiet, breath held as they waited for my reaction. Most of them wore hesitant expressions, wondering if I would act a fool or accept the dinner as it was. Evelyn and Adrian looked bored but I did catch them peeking at all the new faces around the table. Peaches though, wore a smug grin like she knew that this was the last damn thing I wanted on a Friday night, especially after the fucking week I had.

  “I’d say you put out a hell of a spread, Miss Martha. I hope you plan on joining us?”

  Her cheeks turned pink and her hand went to her large bosom. “Well if you insist, Gunnar. I have a special treat once dinner is done. Eat up, boys and girls.”

  I took one of the two seats left available and it happened to be right beside the woman I’d just jerked off to. At least she had on more clothes than she’d been wearing earlier, though not much more. The straps of her sundress were so damn tiny that a gust of wind could unravel them and reveal her tits to the whole table, but the swells of her cleavage were the real rock stars, high and brown with just enough jiggle every time she moved. Or laughed and Peaches laughed a lot.

  “Miss Martha, this is the best brisket I’ve ever had and one of my foster moms made a divine brisket.” Peaches flashed a bright smile Martha’s way and the older woman ate it up, flushing at the compliment. “You’ll fatten these boys right up.”

  Martha laughed. “That’s music to my ears, honey. These boys are fine men, but some of them could use a bit more meat on their bones.”

  “I don’t know, Mama, I think they’re all pretty meaty,” Evelyn said, leaning toward Cruz who leaned away from her. “Who woulda thought so many fine men would come to our little ol’ town and fall right in our laps?”

  Peaches snickered and Maisie joined in because my sister, for some reason, thought she hung the moon. “They are,” Peaches agreed. “And thank you all for your service.” She flashed that damn smile again, at each of the men at the table. Including me.

  Slayer winked. “You’re welcome, honey,” he said, which only made her laugh.

  The rest of the boys joined in with less flirtatious words of thanks and her grin widened.

  “Thank you,” Maisie parroted back, earning a few laughs and plenty of smiles.

  Dinner passed in a blur of food and iced tea, soda and the best part of all was Miss Martha’s surprise. Peach cobbler and cherry pie.

  “Hot damn, Miss Martha, will you adopt me?” Peaches said. She made loud erotic noises with every bite. I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed, though most of the other guys seemed amused by her, more than aroused.

  “You flatter an old woman,” she insisted with a dismissive wave but Peaches was not deterred.

  “Trust me I’ve blown smoke plenty but this pie is a religious experience. You could sell these at twenty-five bucks a pop. I’d buy one until my ass started to protest.”

  She smiled again and happily took another slice, oblivious to the nasty looks the Bennett twins sent her way.

  “Thank you, Peaches,” Martha said. “You’re such a sweet girl.”

  She smiled again but this time it was more genuine and less sassy, less phony than her others. “Thank you, Miss Martha.”

  I leaned back from the table, my buttons starting to pop. “Thank you for a delicious meal Miss Martha.” It was damn good and my stomach was close to bursting.

  The kitchen cleared out soon after the last slice of pie had been eaten, with the twins following the ranch hands out to the bunkhouse or wherever they planned to spend the night. Martha got up from the table and began gathering plates, but Peaches placed a hand on her shoulder. “One thing foster care taught me, Miss Martha, is that the cook doesn’t wash the dishes. So you go on home. I’ll take care of it.” She kissed the woman on the cheek, drawing another damn blush and earning her a big motherly hug.

  “Thank you, honey. Have a good night.”

  “Will do. You too.” Martha laughed and gathered her things before shuffling out quietly.

  I sat at the table and watched Peaches move easily around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cups to rinse before putting them in the dishwasher. She hummed to herself as she worked, completely fucking ignoring me. “I guess you expect me to help?”

  “I’ll help,” Maisie offered with an excited wave of her arms.

  Peaches turned around and smiled at Maisie. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s almost your bedtime little girl. All this food has made you sleepy.”

  “I’m
not,” she insisted even as her lids began to droop and her head started to bob in all directions. “I’m…not.”

  Peaches just laughed and turned back to the sink, washing and rinsing and stacking until all that was left were the pots and pans. And all I could do was watch. And fantasize about her naked, wet and moaning around my cock. “I’ll go put her to bed.”

  She didn’t say one fucking word as I lifted my sister in my arms and left the kitchen.

  Infuriating damn woman.

  ***

  By the time I got Maisie to bed and read her two stories, at least thirty minutes had gone by. The kitchen was empty along with the rest of the house, because I looked. There was no fucking trace of Peaches, and I couldn’t decide if I was pissed off, disappointed or happy as hell to have that temptation as far the fuck away from me as possible on this ranch.

  I grabbed a beer and made my way to my favorite spot on Hardtail Ranch, the front porch. This time of night the moon hung fat and low in the sky, almost like it was shining just to light up the land just for me. The bunkhouse was spotlighted like the perfect scene right out of a western movie and goddammit, this place was growing on me. It wasn’t quite home yet, but it was starting to become home-like.

  A movement in the field to the right caught my eye. Two long shapely legs shot right up in the air and then back down before crossing at the knees.

  “Fucking Peaches.” Before I could think better of it, me and my beer were headed right for her moonlit silhouette. “What are you doing now?”

  She was laid out on a flannel blanket, her dress replaced with a pair of short denim shorts and a sleeveless white shirt but all I could see was the stiff peaks of her nipples. “It seems like I’m plotting to fuck up your life, but really I’m just enjoying being able to see the stars at night.”

  Damn woman. Laid out like that, she looked like a fucking snack and I wanted to dive right in. “Can’t you ever just answer a fucking question?”

  “Ask a real question and I might surprise you.” Her words were filled with amusement, but her expression was blank and her eyes never left the twinkling lights in the sky.

  “Why are you laying out here in the grass?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve always lived in the city so this is a nice view. I figured I might as well take advantage of it while I’m here.”

  “Which will be for how much longer?”

  Finally she looked up at me, her big brown eyes so damn bottomless they looked black in the moonlight. But they gave nothing away, no hint of what she was feeling. Peaches sat up, leaning back on her elbows as if she knew how great it made her tits look. “When do you want me gone, Gunnar?”

  I sighed. That was a hard damn question to answer. The truth was that I wanted her gone yesterday, but I couldn’t very well say that.

  “Right.” She was up on her feet in one quick as lightning ninja move that would have impressed me if she hadn’t used that time to walk away from me. Again.

  “Peaches. Stop.”

  “No thanks, Gunnar. I’m not interested in anymore of your illuminating conversation.”

  She could try to run, but I had six inches on her. Plus, I was faster. “I’m not asking.” It was an ill-advised move to put a hand on an angry woman, but I was too focused on getting her to stop to realize that. “Dammit, woman.”

  “Get your fucking hands off of me.” Her voice was cool and restrained, no hint of panic or any sign she was in distress. It was fucking impressive. “I won’t ask again.”

  “You didn’t ask this time.” Damn she was fiery as fuck and up close like this, with that sexy scent wafting from her slightly overheated skin, I couldn’t deny how much I wanted her.

  “When you put your hands on me without my permission, I don’t ask. Let me go.” She tried to pull her arm away but my grip was strong. Firm. “Gunnar.”

  “Make me.” A smarter man might have taken a moment to think about his actions, but no one had ever accused me of being smart.

  “Don’t be an asshole.” Still, she didn’t show any anger. Her words were cursory, almost like she’d checked out, but I knew that wasn’t the case. Her fist went up, and I knew it was headed right to my left cheek.

  I was too fast. “I wouldn’t advise that.”

  “The next target will be your nuts if you don’t get your fucking hands off me.” I held onto her for a few seconds longer, eager to see what she would do. Her knee came up, and I twisted to the side, giving her the opportunity to break free.

  “Damn you, Peaches. Why are you so fucking annoying?”

  “You know what? Fuck you, Gunnar. Fuck off!” She whirled around, and I knew once she was inside the bunkhouse, whatever was happening between us would be over.

  “Stop.” I spun her back to me until we were chest to chest. Hers was soft and smooth, pillowy against my hard muscles. She looked up at me surprised, shocked even, but I could see desire swimming in her eyes. Peaches wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  It was decided then, by powers greater than me, and my mouth crashed down on hers. Soft lips touched my own, hesitant at first because we kind of hated each other. Or at least thought we did. She submitted to me, leaning against my chest while she gripped my shoulders and I devoured her mouth. And Lord have mercy, she tasted of cherries and whatever sweet shit she slicked on her lips.

  I needed more. More of her sweet, warm mouth and more of those lush curves pressed right where I needed them. Using my body I pushed her up against the nearest hard surface, an old oak tree. When Peaches moaned in my mouth, I lost it. My hands went everywhere, gripping her delicious fucking hips and squeezing her ass, thinking about doing the same thing while I fucked her from behind. But when my hands reached her sweet, bouncy tits, I was lost.

  “Fuck!” I grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it down the center until her beautiful tits were bared. Just for me. Her skin was honey brown with big, caramel colored nipples that made my mouth water. “You make me crazy.”

  “Join the club,” she panted and speared her fingers through my hair as I leaned in for a quick taste. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” She pulled me closer and I took advantage, kissing and licking and sucking hard tipped nipples until she started to grind against me.

  Back and forth, I loved on her beautiful tits until her hand found my cock, hard and aching. “Peaches.”

  “Yeah?” She kept stroking through my jeans, driving me out of my goddamn mind with her sexy little moans and her throaty cries. “Somebody’s ready to play,” she cooed playfully.

  I growled and shoved my fingers in her shorts, smiling wide at the feel of all that wet pussy waiting for me. “Looks like I’m not the only one,” I told her as one finger slipped inside. She was hot and wet. Judging by the way her pussy clamped around my finger, she was also close.

  So fucking close.

  “Gunnar, stop teasing.” Before I could say another word, my cock was free and her soft warm hand stroked me back and forth. Back and forth. Her thumb slicked over the pre-come and rubbed it all around my cock until I groaned.

  “Now who’s teasing?” I lifted her in my arms, smiling at the delightful squeal she let out when her back hit the tree trunk. “Last chance to back out.”

  She smiled wickedly and licked her lips. “Shut up and fuck me.”

  She shimmied out of her shorts and bared her sweet, commando pussy.

  I wasn’t gonna argue with that because I could feel her arousal, so potent my cock leaked over her fist. “Since you asked so nicely.”

  “Fuck, yes.” The words came out on a hiss as my cock went deep inside her wet pussy, getting acquainted with all her soft lusciousness. “Gunnar, yes!” Peaches was wild, pulling on my hair and scraping her teeth up and down my neck as she ground against my cock. She took her pleasure, using my cock like a fuck toy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Slow down, girl. We have all night.” Or at least I hoped we did.

  “No. Can’t.” She breathed out.

  Her fingers
dug into my shoulders, holding on tight while she fucked me. Hard and fast, her hips rolled while I pumped into her with wild abandon, losing myself in the feel of her. The way her cunt felt clenching around my cock as she came undone, her juices covered my cock, increasing the friction until it was like fucking in zero gravity.

  “Gunnar,” she crooned. Deep brown eyes held mine captive, looking into them like she could see my every fucking secret, but that wasn’t what Peaches was looking for.

  She held my gaze as the orgasm worked its way up her body until it erupted, explosive and vibrant. She vibrated as the waves of pleasure shot out of her, still bouncing on my cock while I slammed into her.

  And then she was spent.

  Limp in my arms.

  I smiled. Now that I’d had her, I could get back to the shit that really mattered.

  Chapter Ten

  Peaches

  Lying under the tree with Gunnar as moonlight filtered down on our naked bodies, I felt relaxed. No, not relaxed, sated. My body was no longer tense, my muscles had lost the knotted lumps that kept me on edge twenty four seven for the past few weeks. That was what a really good orgasm did for a girl, left her dickmatized so she’d forget all her problems and worries.

  At least temporarily.

  That was the problem with dick, the high never lasted long, not even when it was damn good dick. Like Gunnar’s. The man was long and thick which was always nice, but what was even better, he knew how to use it, fucking me hard and deep until I couldn’t think straight. And the dick-high lasted a record forty-five minutes, for which I was grateful. But the moment it was gone, the fear and anger, the paranoia, anxiety and even the nausea returned.

  With wicked fucking abandon.

  As good as the weight of Gunnar’s overheated arm felt across my waist, I had to get away. From his overwhelming scent and the masculinity of him, to the way it felt to be in his arms. Not his arms exactly, just a man’s arms. It was nice and warm and safe, and that was a fucking lie. There was nothing safe—or nice—about him and it was that thought that pulled me out of his arms and onto the dewy grass. Digging my knees into the grass, I stood and tied a knot in my shirt, then pulled on my shorts so I could walk to the bunkhouse with some dignity.